Colloquy

Simmer sepia of lambent sunshine

Forgive my cold flesh

For the ignorance towards the

Incessant engulf of life

Over the surface of my solace.

 

The vigour of my vexation

Witted thaw as the teardrops

Froze on my cheeks

I ask goddess life

“Ow do, one, that is visibly unseen?”

 

Came a conjurer and laughed a hoax

Notion of an eerie spooks my heart

Calms a nerve

Takes a sigh

“You trotted and never did I”

 

Goddess life speaks a lie

“I gave you spring and stones

And rainboots

A scarlet star and young dandelion

To not just gape, but to wish.”

 

Naught to I know

Neither do I need

Spilled from the hole

Beneath

Is the air I no more

Breath.

 

The saccharine of this grave

Which embodies my tongue

Waits for galas to come

And particularly for the guest

Who waits alike.

 

“Do freeze yourself not, dear guest

The cozy mantle waits at home”

I suggest.

“Let cold be the last ligature

For a luxury sans you

Pinches my skin.”

 

My dearest guest

Now begins

“Once too gaudy

My life indeed

Appears to bleach

As my colors state

From six feet beneath.”

 

With the last voices

I could’ve thrust out

I provided some aid

“You sleep with the moon every night

What if he too

Refuses to cry

Moon has his own eclipse

Moon too

Leaves the sky.”